As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Somebody cries from his cell "god be with you"
If there's a god, why has he let me go?
As I walk my life drifts before me
Tthough the end is near, I'm not sorry
Catch my soul it's willing to fly away
Mark my words, believe my soul lives on
Don't worry now, that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth
When you know that your time is close at hand, maybe then you'll begin to understand, life down here is just a strange illusion.